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onecanonlife · 3 years

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Tommy’s getting tired of people thinking he’s not real. Tubbo, meanwhile, hopes that this hallucination of his best friend will stay a while longer.

They work it out.

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It only takes about another fifteen minutes for him to snap.

“What the fuck are you doing that for?” he demands, planting his feet and wheeling around and staring Tubbo dead in the face, because Tubbo’s been trailing along behind him like a fucking lost puppy or some shit since he got out, and he’s tired of it, tired of his best friend looking at him like that, with equal amounts of wonder and dread in his eyes, like he’s not fucking real at all.

Or should that be former best friend? He doesn’t fucking know. Apparently, it didn’t take all that long for Tubbo to replace him with Ranboo of all people. And get married. Apparently.

Tubbo blinks at him.

“I don’t think you’re real,” he says, and if Tommy’s anger hadn’t been boiling over before, it is now. He didn’t go to hell and back for people to tell him he’s not real. He didn’t stay in the same cell as Dream for a month for people to tell him he’s not real. He is so, so very real. The shock that shoots through his system, the bolt of all-consuming terror that overtakes his mind whenever anyone so much as bumps into him is proof enough of that. He is real, and who the fuck is anyone else to say that he’s not?

“Well guess what,” he says, “I fucking am, so deal with it or go away.”

He spent so long wishing to be by Tubbo’s side again. He didn’t think he’d get out to find this. Didn’t think he’d come out to be replaced. Didn’t think Tubbo would crouch along after him without saying anything at all, like he’s the one who died.

“You don’t need to be angry about it,” Tubbo replies, as if he’s the one being wronged here. “I’ve got it all figured out. See, I didn’t think you were dead at first, either. Sam told us and my brain went all weird and flat and in denial, because I knew it couldn’t be true, because you couldn’t be dead. But then it was a few days later and you still hadn’t come out, and it was true after all. So I can’t trust my brain, really, so this is probably my brain going into denial again. Wishful thinking.”

“You—” He cuts himself off, rage warring with confusion warring with he-doesn’t-fucking-know-what, because he’s been dead and locked in prison and he’s not even used to the sunlight yet, much less his own emotions. “I literally pinched you. I pinched you, and then you ran away and stood staring at me from that new—that new McDonald’s!”

“Tactile hallucinations aren’t impossible,” Tubbo informs him. “It’s probably because I’ve been thinking about you a lot.”

That draws him up short, just a little bit. “You have?” he asks. “I thought you got married.”

“I did,” Tubbo agrees. “It was a spur-of-the-moment sort of thing, really, so nobody got invited, but I was thinking about maybe having a bigger ceremony once you got out so you could be my best man, or something. I don’t really know how that works. ‘Cause it’s a platonic marriage, right, so I don’t know if you’re supposed to do it differently. But I wanted you to be there, and then it turned out that you wouldn’t ever, ever be.”

Well. Alright, so he wasn’t disregarded entirely, then. But still—

“And then,” Tubbo continues, “and then we adopted Michael, and I wanted you to be his godfather. You were supposed to be his godfather. Michael was going to love you. I thought you were gonna come back out and you were gonna meet Michael and everything was going to be alright. But then you didn’t.”

“Who the fuck is Michael,” he says flatly, even though his head is reeling because adopted—?

“He’s our son!” Tubbo says. “Mine and Ranboo’s! And you were gonna be the godfather. And it was going to be great, and we were gonna be a family, but then you died, and now Michael’s not even going to get to meet you. And you’re just, you’re just dead and I’m following you around because I don’t have anything better to do.”

There is—there is so much to unpack there, he doesn’t even know where to begin. Ranboo is—is the spouse, then, and he supposes he should have guessed that. The Michael issue isn’t too much clearer, since he doesn’t have a frame of reference for this—for this child? That Tubbo has adopted? What the hell? But it’s the last sentence that sends the anger flooding back, because what the fuck does he mean, he doesn’t have anything better to do?

“If that’s how you feel, then why don’t you—” he starts, but Tubbo cuts him off.

“I’m sort of pathetic, I guess,” he says. “‘Cause I’m following around a hallucination. I guess it’s because I know it’s the best I’m ever going to get. And you know, I’d rather have a you that’s not real than not have you at all, because this way, I get to see you and hear you. Even if you’re not here. So I need to enjoy it while I can, because I don’t know how long hallucinations last for, so I don’t know when you’ll go away again. And I don’t want you to go away. I don’t want you to be dead.”

All through this speech, Tubbo’s face remains distant, a little open, a little blank. But his eyes are welling up with tears, and as Tommy watches, they start spilling over his cheeks, uncommented upon.

And Tommy feels the rage drain out of him.

It was hell, where he was, in that terrible darkness, that void, being torn apart and shoved back together again. It was hell, coming back, everything too bright and too loud and too much, his body flinching and his heart racing at any movement, and a single touch is still enough to send him back there, to that moment, his vision fading and pain bursting like fireworks and Dream’s mask leaning over him, grinning.

It’s been hell, seeing how everything’s changed.

But Tubbo missed him. Really, really missed him. And maybe he’s replaced him a bit, and Tommy no longer has any idea how to feel about that, because it seems like Tubbo wasn’t trying to? That Tubbo still wanted him to be there, still intended him to be there? So he’s still a little pissed, maybe, and he still really, really wants people to stop being so weird, to stop reminding him at every juncture that he died, died and came back, but—

But Tubbo is crying.

“Tubbo,” he says, “I’m not a hallucination.”

“You are, though,” Tubbo says. “My mind’s playing tricks. You’re not—you’re not really—” He hiccups, and Tommy comes to a decision.

He extends a hand. It should be fine. It’s just Tubbo, and he’s choosing to do this. It should be fine. It’s going to be fine.

“C’mon, then,” he says. “Hold my hand, I’ll prove it. Maybe you could make up a pinch in your brain, but I bet you couldn’t make up this.”

Tubbo stares at his hand for a very, very long time.

“Don’t make this weird,” he says. “Tubbo, please, for the love of god, don’t make this weird. I really will go away, and you can just stay here and cry.”

Tubbo blinks, hard. And then, slowly, reaches out and takes his hand.

Tommy flinches, every nerve in his body lighting up, screaming at him to get away, and he can’t stop himself from gasping, from letting out a little whimper. But in the next moment, he’s fine, his heart rate already calming, and it’s just Tubbo’s hand in his, his grip loose and warm.

Tubbo’s eyebrows furrow. A minute passes before he speaks.

“This is a long time for a tactile hallucination to last,” he says.

Tommy rolls his eyes as hard as he possibly can, in order to express all of his exasperation.

“I’m not a fucking hallucination, alright?” he says. “Has married life made you an idiot or something?”

Tubbo looks up at him, then. He looks back, and tries to convey with his eyeballs his sheer displeasure at literally all of this.

“I’m holding your hand,” Tubbo says slowly. “You’re not disappearing, and I’m holding your hand.”

He tries to convey with his eyeballs that Tubbo should consider arriving at the point sometime soon.

“Oh my god,” Tubbo says. “You’re real. Tommy, you’re real.”

“Damn fucking right I’m real,” he says. And something like relief washes over him. It’s nice to hear those words, from someone else. And Tubbo just stands there and holds his hand and keeps crying, harder, if that’s even possible, and Tommy thinks that this is a scene that he should possibly put a stop to.

But he doesn’t. He stands there and holds Tubbo’s hand and lets Tubbo cry. Because nothing is alright. Nothing at all is alright. Everything sucks and everything’s different and he needs to kill Dream and the world kept on turning without him. But Tubbo is glad to have him back. Tubbo missed him. Tubbo still wants him.

If his eyes are wet, it’s just the rain. He glances up, and blinks against the sun.

Just the rain.

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teddy06writes · 3 years

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It Was Yours, Why Does It Have To Be Mine?

Requested by this anon who decided to break my heart: “Hear me out. Dream x fem!reader angst. Originally, the reader was the one who wore the smiley faced mask. Dream and the reader were in love and dream proposed, reader said yes, then later that night, the reader passed away (either sickness or getting hurt idc) and in order to keep her memory, dream wears the mask in her absence.”

Dream x fem!reader

trigger warnings: some swears, character death, general angst

premise: in game au; You and Dream have been together since what feels like the beginning of time, and it had always seemed like you would be together, and now he had finally had the confidence to propose, unfortunately, Wilbur and his new developing country of L’manburg have other plans for you

{hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh this one hurt}

{I listened to Sebelius : Finlandia Op.26 on repeat while writting this and only questioned my sanity twice}

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You giggled, “Where are we goingg?”

“Somewhere special,” Dream said, raising your entwined hands enough to press a kiss to your knuckles, “Trust me, your going to love it.”

You laughed again, free hand reaching back to adjust the knot holding your mask in pace, “You’re ridiculous.”

Today had marked the four year anniversary since you and Dream had started dating officially, and he had insisted in abandoning all his duties to the smp for a day to take you out.

The two of you had been wandering through the woods for a while now, and you were fairly convinced that he had no idea where he was going, but still you didn’t say anything.

“It should be just through here.” He said, leading you down between two trees.

A moment later you came into a clearing, decorated with lights, a picnic set up in the middle, with a perfect view of the rest of the hill side.

“Oh my god!” You squeaked.

“You like it?” He asked.

“I love it! This is so cute, Dream!”

Dream chuckled, “Bad found the spot, and I got Sapnap to help get all this stuff out here.”

You grinned to a point where he could tell even with your mask on, “It’s perfect.”

Carefully he flicked at the edge of the wide mask, “Take that stupid thing off and kiss me.”

“It’s not stupid!” You protested, “Come on Dream just kiss the smiley face, its good enough.”

Reluctantly he pressed a kiss to the mask and you beamed, immediately moving to slip it off, kissing him properly before going to sit down on the picnic blanket.

You looked back up at him, “While don’t just stand there, come on! Sit with me!”

~~ A while later, after the food had been eaten, you were leaned back against Dream, eyes closed happily, mask still off to the side, “Thank you, for this.”

“Of course.” He smiled, “But, uh, actually there's one other thing?”

You hummed, peaking up at him, “Whats that?”

“Well- I- I’ve been thinking about it for a while and- well- I was wondering, if you’d- if you’d marry me?” He asked.

Your eyes shot open to see the ring box in his hand, “Your- you’re not kidding? This is real- this is for real?”

“Course its real,” He chuckled, “Would you rather have me get on one knee to prove it?”

Dream quickly maneuvered to be In front of you, on one knee, the ring box held out in front of him, “I have loved you, since the beginning of time (y/n) and now I’m asking you to become my wife.”

Your hands moved to your face in shock for a moment before dropping back down as you practically tackled him, “Oh my god!”

“Is that a yes then?” He chuckled, doing his best to sit up with your weight still on him.

You nodded eagerly, and he slipped the ring onto your finger, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Dream grinned, kissing you once more- only to be distracted by a yell from down the hill.

“Dream! Dream!”

“Oh god,” He muttered, standing up, “I’ll be right back”

You stood as well, stooping to grab your mask and fastening it on your face before following him.

By the time you had caught up, Sapnap was giving a report on what was going on.

“He’s starting a new country- says their starting a rebellion.”

“Who is?” You asked.

“Wilbur,” Sapnap said curtly, motioning over to where wall were being built, “TommyInnt, Tubbo and Eret have all joined this crazy plan.”

“Thats insane.” You muttered.

Dream frowned, “I won’t have this. We’ll stop them. Sapnap, see too it that all of there resources are destroyed.”

The man nodded, and hurried away, already pulling out his flint and steel, and Dream turned to you, “This is the exact opposite of what I was hoping for today.”

“We’ll figure it out, together.” You assured.

Later that night, after you had returned home, Dream had gone out again, hoping for a civilized discussion with Wilbur, before getting launched into any war.

He stood at the gates of L’manburg, looking up at were Tubbo sat on watch, “I need to speak to Wilbur.”

“Why?” Tubbo challenged.

Dream crossed his arms, “Because this doesn’t have to become something bloody and violent, now get inside and get him.”

Scared, Tubbo quickly scrambled down off the wall and toward one of the buildings that had risen with the walls.

A moment later he came back to open the gates, Wilbur following behind, “I was beginning to wonder when you would show up. I knew you’d have a problem with this.”

“Wilbur whatever this is it needs to be shut down, now.”

“That's exactly what I thought you’d say,” Wilbur said, stuffing his hands in his pockets, “That's what tyrants always say.”

“I am not a tyrant!” Dream protested.

“Is that why you’re forcing your agenda on us? Read the fucking message dick head, we don’t want to deal with you any longer. ‘ere. read this, its the conditions of our independence. We are free and there is nothing you can do to stop us.”

Dream took the book Tubbo thrust into his hands, ‘the declaration of independance’

“Forever the nation of the dream smp has cast sin upon our great land of the hto dog van,” Wilbur quoted, “This book declarers that the nation that shall hence forth be known as the L’manburg is free and independent from the DreamSmp, totally, completely and wholly.”

“You’re starting a fight you can’t finish.” Dream warned, handing the book back.

Wilbur scoffed, “On the contrary Dream. You’ve threatened a country that is more than willing to fight back. Tommy, hurry up and get inside!”

As Wilbur barked the last words Dream turned to see Tommy coming out the darkness, an empty bottle in one hand and a dagger stained a dull rust color in the other.

“It’s done.” The teen muttered.

“She put up a fight?” Wilbur asked.

Tommy, even scared by what he’d done, couldn’t help but look at Dream, a glint in his eye, “(y/n) won’t be a problem anymore.”

On pure instinct Dream ran, the only thing in his mind that he had to get to you.

The stillness of the house was broken as Dream crashed through the door, “(y/n)? (y/n)?!”

Shaking he moved through the house, the was no sign of a struggle, no sign of a break in, but there was a slight lingering affect of a potion in the doorway leading to your shared bedroom.

From the color of the particles he knew it had been weakness, and he carefully pushed through into the room.

It was dark, and for a moment, with your form stretched out in bed, he could almost think that everything was fine, that you were just asleep, waiting for him.

Turning on a light he saw that the reality was much different.

Blood pooled around you, dripping from the bed and soaking the sheets, evidently coming from the gaping holes in your stomach.

The worst part of it was the mask clasped in your hands, held out, almost like you were offering it to him.

“(y/n)...” He whimpered, still frozen in the door, “What do I do? Now that your gone? Oh god what did he do to you?”

Some how the fact that Tommy had seen your face, the one thing you kept hidden from everyone, except him, seemed to hit Dream the hardest, even as you lay dead.

Slowly, he moved forward, taking the mask from your hands.

~~ Dream stood at the top of the hill, looking over the crater.

Somewhere off to the side Phil and Techno were celebrating the victory over everyone, the huge hole where L’manburg had been stretching all the way down the bed rock.

The porcelain was cold against his face, but Dream had long since gotten used to the uncomfortable feeling of the mask.

With the mask that you had given him, the mask he had unwillingly taken from you had kept everyone from knowing his pain. And now, he had made sure they felt all of yours and his own.

The chain with your engagement rings felt heavy around his neck, but he couldn’t help grin at Tommy, who had barley made it out of the wreckage, “Looks like you won’t be a problem anymore.”

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagines #dream x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #teddy06 writes

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osmpalliumduo · 3 years

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Wedding day

(Strictly platonic drabble of Tubbo’s & Ranboo’s wedding day, Tommy is there to make things 100% funnier) (don’t trust me)

Tubbo attempted to fix his tie as he gazed upon his reflection, smiling at his white suit and golden tie along side with his brushed brown hair styled perfectly for the occasion

“Do I look good?” He asked as a blond boy with messy hair appeared behind him, wearing a black suit with a red tie, he rolled his eyes, gazing upon the refection as well before replying

He snickered “You are a narcissist” now it was Tubbo’s turn to rolls his eyes, facing his best friend with a pout ”Im kidding, you look great Tubso”

The brunette placed his hands on his hips proudly, smiling brightly “of course! I look damn great”

Tommy huffed, mumbling a small “you messed this up” under his breath before going ahead and fixing Tubbo’s golden tie which had been just tuck aggressively under his suit, Tubbo just stared at his best friend as he helped him out, he couldn’t help but feel a fuzzy feeling inside his chest, after all this was all he had ever wanted, right?

Well, it had never came to mind the idea to marry one of his best friends, that had never been part of his plan at all, but it was nice, he had Michael, Ranboo and Tommy; his family with him on one of the most “specials“ days of his life

(Tubbo didn’t quite understood why marrying someone was put in such a tall standard, Tubbo really didn’t thought that THAT day would be the happiest of his life, close? maybe, but not the happiest)

What mattered the most is that all of them were happy, his family was happy, they were fine, healing even Tubbo dared to say

“Healing” is a weird word huh? Healing… He had never thought he would be able to actually heal, war after war, death after death, it seemed that he would never get a break

But then he actually did, and so did his friends

”You know, we can still run away” Tommy had let go off Tubbo, his tie being fixed neatly, the blond smiles at Tubbo’s frown, he puts his hands up in a surrender kinda way “okay okay, Im just saying, I got some swiftness potions in my pocket in case you change your mind”

Tubbo crossed his arms “Tommy”

Tommy laughed, putting one of his arms around Tubbo to give him a quick half hug which Tubbo made a way longer hug than it intended to be, burying his face on Tommys chest

He had never felt this happy, this safe; it even felt fake.

Tommy lets go off his best friend after a couple of seconds, chuckling ”Im leaving now, see you at the wedding altar, yeah?” Tubbo nodded as he watched his best friend walk out of the room, a smile that made his cheeks hurt still planted on his face

Time flies fast enough that just some minutes later Tubbo is called to the altar by his communicator, he felt his heart race as he got out of the room, fiddling with the buttons on his suit as he walked through the hallways. Tubbo takes a deep breath before stepping into the final room, the wedding altar where all the people were waiting, he could hear the soft melodies of the piano and the happy chattering

The first person he sees when he steps in is Ranboo, he was standing on the altar, wearing a fancy black and white suit along side with a purple tie, by his side Fundy and Technoblade, his two best mans. Tubbo smiled, walking through the path slowly, gazing upon the audience; He waves at Puffy, Foolish whoops when he passes by his side, Niki is placed besides Jack, both of them giving him a couple of thumbs up with happy smiles

“Hey sexy” he winked at Ranboo as soon as he got on the altar, smiling excitedly as Ranboo sighed with no real annoyance, a smile still noticeable on his face

Tubbo blinked, and when his eyes are opened, Ranboo is there but his eyes are black pitch, tears flowing down his face with hissing sounds, in his hand placed a single allium flower, Tubbo let’s go off his hands with a gasp, Ranboo disappearing immediately in the air, vanishing.

He looks at his surroundings with shaky breathes, no one is there, there is one one in the room

He is alone in a room that is not a wedding lovely altar, but a dark stoned room with a million of signs on the walls, trying to explain something that can’t be explained

He is not wearing a white fancy suit, but an old uniform that is not even his, this one being way to big for him, red patches of old wars covering most of it

He does not feel safe nor happy, but alone and full of grief

There was no wedding, there never was a wedding, but only a funeral for his once best friend, his safe place, his home

When Tubbo crumbles against one of the corners of the room, loud sobs coming out of his throat he hears a small mumble in the air, a broken whisper

“What am I without you?” a painful familiar voice whispers

“Yourself“ Tubbo replies “But what am I without you?”

(I told you to not trust me)

#dream smp #dreamsmp #dream smp fanfiction #tubbo #tommyinnit #ranboo #bee duo #clingy duo #angst #tommy is dead lol #I just wanted to write some good old angst #ghost writes #tubbo centric #I’m not sorry

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p0tato-kn1shes · 3 years

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Schlaptain Part Two

Alright so the sequel, this is all done in one day so no timeskips, and also Enby C!Techno pog

January 28, 2021 9:23 AM

Sparkles shows up in L’manburg after hearing about the fact a seven-teen-year old president was running it, interested and someone hopeful

“Tubbo’s about sixteen now, isn’t he? There’s a chance..”

He spots what seems to be an ender-man, however, half of them is a light gray.

“Excuse me!”

“Yes?” They turn around

“I’m Sparkles Captain, I was wondering if someone named Toby lived here?”

“Uh.. not that I know of, but there is Tubbo! He’s the president!”

Sparkles allows himself a small internal cheer before asking “Can I talk to him?”

“Sure! We just have to find him first, come on! I’m Ranboo, by the way!” Ranboo grabs Sparkles’ wrist and drags him along.

“So, what brings you to L’manburg?” Ranboo attempts to engage in small talk

“I’m looking for my son.”

Ranboo’s face lights up before he attempts to mask his obvious curiosity.

“And you think Tubbo’s your son?”

Sparkles goes through his pocket with his free hand, pulling out a picture of Tubbo when he was four, him, and Schlatt “Yeah.”

Ranboo looks at the picture and then proceeds to drag Sparkles faster.

“So, that president, Schlatt-”

“Ex-president” Ranboo corrects calmly.

“Ex-president, yeah. Anyways, did he… interact with Tubbo much?”

“Yeah! Tubbo was his right-hand man! But Quackity probably knows more about Schlatt than anyone else. He was the vice-president, after all.”

“Alright, can I see him?”

“You’re asking for kinda a lot, Sparkles Captain”

“Just call me Sparkles, and we can see whoever you want first”

“Alright, Quackity then! He should be kinda easy to find.” Ranboo takes a deep breath and yells “EL RAPIDS SUCKS!”

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY?” A guy in a blue beanie suddenly runs towards Ranboo.

“Hi, Quackity! This is Sparkles Captain! He wanted to ask some questions about Schlatt!”

“Why?”

“I’m his ex-husband, he was the one last seen with my son.”

Quackity and Ranboo stare at Sparkles for a while before Ranboo speaks up, “Well that was a plot twist!”

“Well, if you wanna know, he’s dead. Heart attack”

Sparkles’ eyes go wide. He was angry with Schlatt a lot, but he still considered him a friend, even if just barely.

He never wanted him to die.

He brushes those emotions away, for the time being, something he’d gotten somewhat good at.

“And about Tubbo, Ranboo says he was his right-hand man. Did he ever.. Act fatherly to him?”

“He called Tubbo his ‘boy’ sometimes. And I’d catch him squinting at him like he remembered him from somewhere. But he refused to tell me when I asked him about it.”

“Oh.” Typical of Schlatt to barely recognize his own fucking son.

“Thanks, Quackity! Do you know where Tubbo is?”

“Yeah, he’s in New L’manburg.”

“Thanks!” Ranboo drags Sparkles to another area, with wooden planks making up the ground, a crater of water sitting below them.

Someone who seems to be Tubbo is standing there, looking very confused.

“TUBBO!” Ranboo calls for the president, waving

“Hello, Ranbo!” Tubbo looks over and returns the wave “Who is this?”

“This is Captain Sparkles! He says he came here looking for you and Schlatt”

“Schlatt is dead-”

“Yes, I’m aware.” Sparkles cut him off “Tubbo, do you remember Captain and JJ?”

“Well yes, they were my dads- Wait-” Tubbo stares at Sparkles for a bit, before smiling “Surely not...”

Ranboo steps back and Sparkles offers a hug to his son, Tubbo accepts the hug in means of a tackle.

“This is precious” Ranboo whispers to himself.

“So where’s JJ?”

“Well he became a president, and then died. So, he’s Schlatt.”

Tubbo processed this for a while with his eyes wide “Oh.”

Sparkles laughs nervously, setting his son down “Yeah.”

Tubbo lights up “Do you want to meet my adoptive family?”

He mimics the smile in a way. “Sure!”

Tubbo brings him to the Nether, down a narrow path, and into an arctic biome, where there were several cabins.

“Welcome to the Arctic Anarchist Commune!”

“Why don’t they live in L’manburg?”

“Techno hates the government and since Phil’s their best friend, they left together. And I was practically forced to exile Tommy. Wilbur kinda left with him.”

“Oh”

Tubbo knocks on the door of the larger cabin, and a pigman wearing several layers answers.

“Who’s this?”

“This is my dad! Captain, meet Technoblade!”

“Call me Sparkles” Sparkles offers a hand to Techno, and Techno shakes it.

“I thought you were dead?” Techno inquires “Seeing as Tubbo is- or was I guess, an orphan”

“No, Tubbo ended up running off on a day out with Schlatt”

“Schlatt?” Techno’s tone and body language turn defensive, for good reason, too.

“He’s my ex-husband, note the ex, he was actually fun once upon a time, and not borderline insane” He smiles a bit at those memories. Sitting on the edge of the highway at night, adopting Tubbo, Things just went wrong after his parents died. Something in Schlatt changed for the worse.

Or did Sparkles just grow up?

He let himself sigh. He missed that chaotic goat man.

Techno lets them in the house.

“Why are you here?” Techno inquires

“I’m taking Captain to meet everyone!”

“That’s nice, don’t blow up anything”

“Got it!”

Tubbo runs to the basement with Sparkles in pursuit and doesn’t even bother to use the ladder, just drops down into a room with yellow walls. “TOMMY!”

“TUBBO!”

“THIS IS MY DAD!”

“NICE TO MEET YOU!”

“Nice to meet you too! Call me Sparkles, I assume you and Tubbo are close?”

“He’s my best friend!” Tubbo grins.

“My bro! My brother!” Tommy hugs Tubbo in that relaxed way only best friends can do.

“Anyways, Tommy, we’re going to see Phil and Ghostbur, do you wanna come with?”

“Sure!”

And the three go to the next house over, and Tubbo knocks on the door.

“Tubbo! Tommy! Tubbo’s Dad! Hi!” A.. ghost greets them

“Hi Ghostbur! This is Sparkles!”

“He’s my dad!”

“Hello Sparkles! I am Ghostbur!”

“Hi Ghostbur!”

“Phil! Come meet Tubbo’s Dad!”

A guy with medium-length blonde hair, and a green-and white bucket cap, presumably Phil, leans into the room “Let them in, Wil!”

“Oh, right! Sorry! Come in!” Ghostbur retreats back into the main room, letting the small group enter the house.

“Nice to meet you Sparkles!”

“Nice to meet you too, Phil” Sparkles and Phil smile at each other.

“So, you’re Tubbo’s dad, huh?”

“Yeah!”

“Hey Ghostbur, who’s this?”

“He’s Tubbo’s dad!”

“What the- Schlatt?”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah just- thought I heard something”

Casual conversation continues while the dead fuckers converse.

“Can he hear me?”

“I think he can!”

“Neat. I think I remember him from somewhere.”

“You do? Finally! A memory!”

“I don’t remember much he just.. Makes me smile.”

“Well at least we have that!”

“I guess we do, yeah.”

“Hey Sparkles?”

“Yeah, Ghostbur?”

“Did you know someone named Schlatt?”

“Yeah, why?”

Immediate hostility from Tommy and Phil.

“No reason!”

“How did you know him?” Tommy asks

“We were married for about ten years.”

“It was that long!?” Tubbo seemed surprised

“Yep.”

“I was married to him!? I mean, I can see why but-”

“I’m sorry you had to find out he died like this” Phil’s tone softens.

“Eh, I divorced him when Tubbo was still young. There’s not much positive feeling to him anymore.”

“That hurts”

Techno enters the room, wearing much more relaxed clothing “It’s getting dark. You two can stay here for the night, but you’re leaving in the morning.”

“Okay!”

“Where will we stay?”

“Tubbo can stay with me in the Drent!”

“Yeah!”

“Sparkles can stay here with us” Phil offers

“Thanks!”

“Anyways LET'S GO TUBBO!”

“BYE CAPTAIN!”

“BYE TUBBO!”

“Bye Tubbo, have a good sleep, kid!”

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